Leaving the Renoir cinema after watching “Lights in the dusk”. The third part of Aki Kaurismaki’s Loser trilogy, a beautiful but bleak film. We were walking down the quite streets towards King’s Cross when we passed a lonely convenience store, lighting up the streets with a green glow. It felt like we were still in downtown Helsinki. Squatting outside was a guy with a bottle in his hand who looked like he belonged in the film, muttering to himself.
As we got closer we could hear him repeating “It’s Saint George’s Day today, but where are the dragons? Where are the dragons?”